Chapter 148 (1/2)

Zhou Cang led more than 3000 yellow turban thieves all the way to the north. He saw only two hills in front of him, which was quite dangerous.

”Brother Zhou, everyone is tired. Why don't you go up and have a rest?”

Zhou Cang ran for a while. He was sweating and breathless. He was quite calm. However, he took a look at his 3000 colleagues' robes behind him. His faces were gray and his clothes were not neat. He looked like he was sweating.

”Well, let's take a rest on these two hills, but not more than two quarters of an hour, understand?”

”Yes.”

A group of yellow scarf thieves replied feebly, not to mention two quarters of an hour, is to let them rest half a quarter of an hour.

Three thousand yellow turban thieves mustered up their strength and dragged their way to the two hills. Suddenly, two flags were erected in front of them.

The two banners were set up from the two hills, and then countless black shadows on both sides immediately stood up, scaring many yellow scarf thieves.

”Ghosts!”

”Run

”Stop!” Zhou Cang yelled, ”it's the officers and soldiers playing tricks. Don't be afraid.”

As soon as Zhou Cang's voice fell, the black shadows on the hills on both sides stretched their bows and arrows. Hundreds of arrow feathers flew down and fell into the formation of the Yellow turban thieves. The Yellow turban thieves, who had been demoralized, thought that they could rest on the hills. Unexpectedly, there were still officers and soldiers on both sides. But for Zhou Cang's forceful suppression, they would have collapsed.

But even so, hundreds of yellow turban thieves fled and disappeared in the thick night.

As soon as Zhou Cang's broadsword was swung, the tiger and tiger created a strong wind: ”general Zhou Cang under general Digong is here. Can the officers and soldiers dare to fight with me?”

There was a roar of laughter from the hills on both sides, and then hundreds of dark shadows rushed down from the hills. The first general rode his horse and shook his spear in his hand.

”Hejian Zhang Junyi comes to fight you!”

Zhang's body rises and falls with the horse's back. The rhythm of man and horse is integrated. When the horse is bumping up and down, his body rises and falls. Even if he rides for several hours continuously, he will not feel tired. Obviously, he is quite a good horse driving skill. Although the South boat North horse, but even in Hebei, has this kind of riding skill is also a thousand miles.

”Look at the gun!”

Zhang jaw man and horse are in one, and the right hand spear is suddenly put out and stabbed at Zhou Cang.

”Good come.”

Zhou Cang was pleased with his hunting, but did not advance or retreat. He took a step forward with both feet. The blade split on the barrel of the spear and cut the spear forward to open his jaw and palm.

Zhang's eyes flashed, his palm and five fingers loosened, and his spear turned around in a circle, which made Zhou Cang's knife empty.